Beef Gucci Mane (Ft. Sy Ari da Kid & Waka Flocka Flame)

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Hey Mane, this the squad
Fo' number's, three letters
Mo' money, mo' bitches

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Your nigga's a pussy, we smack him around
Pull out my pistol, I’m backing him down
Running your mouth, and I’ll run in your house
Called out my name, so I'm jerkin' you down
You buyin' a ounce, and you breaking it down
Hop in the house, and I'm burning it down
You walking away while I'm talking to you
Well, this A.K will hit you and turn you around
Desert'll hit you and take off a leg
Step on ya' fingers to get to the bread
Came from the country, I served him a dummy
That's why I keep Tommy guns right by the bed
Hit in the head for something you said
Torture a nigga, I wanted him to beg
You leave me no options, you telling the feds
The 'partment was white, but I painted it red
Fuck a regret when you deep in my debt
You love her so much, then cut me a check
Pay me respect or I'm slicing your neck
Came on the 'crest and got shot in the chest
Cut off your finger and cut off your thumb
And now I want you niggas to throw up your set
Killing the driver and shooting the passenger
Back seat niggas can get all the rest